The old lady picked up the tea cup and blew the foam gently. Her tone was as calm as if she was discussing today's weather: "Wan'er, I've given five hundred taels to that little Taohong who sings, and asked her to open a cloth shop in Jiangnan. She will never appear in front of Beichen again."
The corner of Su Wan's mouth twitched: "Mother... Are you letting it go?"
"Let it go?" The old lady sneered and took out a yellowed booklet from her sleeve, "This is the evidence that Beichen peed his pants in school when he was seven years old. This is the evidence that he broke his leg when he was ten years old when he peeked at the neighbor's sister taking a shower. This is the record that he went to a brothel for the first time at the age of fifteen, and was teased by the girl with a 'silver pewter gun tip' because of his nervousness."
Su Wan's eyes widened: "Mother, what are you..."
"We two will divide the work." The old lady clapped her hand, her eyes as sharp as knives, "You spread rumors, and I will cut off his money. I want him to be ruined in this circle, and he will have to kneel down and beg you to let him go home and sleep!"
Su Wan was moved to tears: What kind of fairy mother-in-law is this! This is not an evil mother-in-law, this is Guanyin!
